Oh, Germany

There are a lot of things I like about Germany: the people (namely, Amanda and Franz), the bicycles, the beer. There is, however, one thing I don't like about it: the language. Or, rather, that it is a language that I do not speak. Here are some embarrassing things I have done as a result of not understanding German:

• fumbled around on my hands and knees under my barstool looking for a girl's scarf for a quite a few minutes after she had (apparently) told me that she had found it
  
• spit beer back into my glass in order to follow what I thought were the German rules of toasting
  
• tried to use the men's room at a beer hall
  

All in all, though, having an excellent time. More updates later.